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broken horse - freelance whales
moving in your bloodstream
where
stream where the cross beats on
stitches in your winter clothes
the rain then - you sprinted
october's got those orange eyes
but somehow i still lost sight
away sprinted away to where i
your cello bows - we stole your
don't know - a god's moving in
your bloodstream
where the cross
when you lifted the lid off of
my pumpkin head and kissed me
so slow - a god's moving in your
hair to make them - we're sorry
beats on so slow - you swept all
goodnight - should it be a thorn
in my side we never quite
the red from my cheeks
broke that horse - she slept in
the cul-de-sac rye seven miles
for the iron shoes we nailed to
i didn't hear you come back
from my front porch - bundle up
and come with me now down the
inside - i light up the gas in
road to the burnt down barn
we could make a blanket of coats
the cross beats on so slow
bloodstream
where the cross
you - stuck you in the rain then
the den and stand there in the
and breathe our souls into
the neighbor's front lawn
thin winter light - but oh god
but oh god that look in your eye
trouble that does not search
you sprinted away sprinted away
that curve in your spine
words - it sprung from
the biblical vine and are
a question mark a doctor's sign
waiting to return to the dirt
the stitches in your winter
beats on so slow - a god is
to where i don't know
was framed by the windowsill and
clothes - your cello bows
we stole your hair to make them
you saw something i did not in
a god's moving in your blood
the night - you saw something i
did not in the night - the
we're sorry for the iron shoes
we nailed to you - stuck you in
